Mordred raised his eyebrows tiredly, and it finally came. It was worthwhile for him to greet Lucian in advance. big cocck "Is there anything else I want to ask? If not, I will have another banquet to attend next, please let me." This sentence became even colder. The reporter had never seen such a bad guy, and stared fiercely. He shifted his position at a glance, and watched him get in the car and walk away.